A strong body is like a furnace in the cold winter.
But now this furnace-like body has lost its core energy.
Luo Feng's body lay quietly in the dark and humid canyon. Snakes, insects, rats and ants were surrounding it, but they did not dare to step forward rashly. They all stared carefully.
A faint breath is still there.
It was the strong will and immortal spirit that kept Luo Feng's brain running.
Luo Feng can also feel changes in the outside world.
There was an angry wind over the canyon, there was a fishy smell all around, and there was a heartbreaking pain in his chest.
Luo Feng has experienced too many lives and deaths, and he is always on the edge every time.
But this time he seemed to have overplayed his game. He plunged one foot into hell, and the endless power pulled his right foot desperately, trying to drag him into the eighteenth floor of the dark abyss.
Luo Feng struggled desperately, and he saw the evil spirits who had died in his hands staring at him and laughing mercilessly.
"Get away!" Luo Feng roared in the dead space, and he desperately climbed upwards.
More ghosts gathered below, working hard to hold Luo Feng.
"I'm so unwilling!" Luo Feng's eyes were bloodthirsty.
He obviously managed to catch up with Di Wushuang and had the power to protect everyone and turn the tide.
Why did his path come to an end now?
This shouldn't be his script, and he shouldn't die so inexplicably.
His body began to weaken, his soul fell into a state of weightlessness, and his stubborn consciousness began to sink into the darkness.
"Master, save me," Luo Feng's hoarse voice sank in the space.
The overwhelming feeling of suffocation is the substantial fear of death.
At this moment, he was no longer the promising young Ji Wudao in his early twenties, he was just the mountain boy Luo Feng who was protected by his master and senior sisters.
His cries and despair went unanswered.
He was left alone.
"I want to go home. I don't want to die like this. At least I want to die in the territory of China. My blood cannot flow here..."
"But...Master, I tried really hard, but I can't walk anymore. My life is passing too fast."
The darkness swallowed up the last light above his head, and Luo Feng stretched out his weak hands to grab something in the sinking darkness.
It is said that after death, people will see the most precious scenes during their lifetime.
Luo Feng confirmed that he was really going to die.
He saw it.
He saw the dark-skinned, skinny little man holding a stick he had picked up from anywhere in his hand, staring warily at the old man with a wretched face but without the slightest hostility.
"Who are you?"
"I'm here to pick you up."
"Why did you come to pick me up? Are you here to bully me too? Why does everyone bully me? What did I do wrong?"
"A true dragon is born between heaven and earth. He must have experienced all the sufferings of the world before he can learn the art of creation. From now on, you can call him Luo Feng. I will take you to find a new family."
"Can I trust you?"
"Now I am your master and also your family member. You can trust me."
"Okay, Master, my name will be Luo Feng from now on."
The picture became blurry in Luo Feng's mind.
He watched the old man carry the frail little boy on his back and walk toward the place where the sun rose in the east.
The picture shattered and was reformed again.
Seven pretty little girls were hiding in the room and staring at the little boy. Some of them had red faces, some had wide eyes with curiosity on their faces, and some generously came behind the old man and looked at the little boy.
"He will be your junior brother from now on. His name is Luo Feng. You should take good care of him," the old man said with a smile.
"Hello, junior brother, I am senior sister, and my name is Bai Shuangfeng."
"Junior brother, I am the second senior sister, and my name is Murong Xiaoxiao."
"And me, my name is Leng Qianlong. I will protect you from now on. If anyone dares to bully you, I will help you beat him up."
"My name is Yao Ziyue."
"Xuanyuan Liuli."
"I'll call you Xiaofeng. I'm your Sixth Senior Sister. If there's anything you don't know how to do in the future, just tell me. Sixth Senior Sister will teach you. Forget to introduce me. My name is Shen Wan'er."
"I am your seventh senior sister. It seems that I am about the same age as you. My name is Gu Xuenian. Mr. Gu from Phoenix City is my grandfather."
Luo Feng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He had almost forgotten this memory. It turned out that this was his most important moment.
From time to time, Luo Feng's face was filled with tears, and his cries were surging in the darkness.
The picture is constantly broken and reorganized, from the fall of the old master to meeting every benefactor who has made selfless contributions to him overseas.
They turned into a big wave and finally lifted themselves up to where they are now, but...he was going to die this time.
The path of the strong is lonely.
A truly strong person must have a strong and persevering mentality. Only after experiencing eighteen levels of loneliness can he be reborn.
Luo Feng thought of his master's sincere teachings.
Yes, the path of the strong is lonely.
Just like now, he felt that this kind of loneliness was like a tide. Facing the moment of death, Luo Feng thought about it countless times.
He thought he was prepared for today's ending.
He will also face the coming of death with grace.
But now that he saw himself crying like a helpless child, he found that he seemed not as cool as the enemies who died in his own hands.
Living at this moment seems more important than anything else.
If possible, Luo Feng would like to go home.
A wanderer's heart is lonely.
His soul became blurred, as if he had returned to China, to that familiar mountain road.
He saw a huge fish pond on the hillside, and a dilapidated stockade opposite the fish pond.
Master and senior sisters stood in the village.
They are waving to themselves.
Luo Feng smiled miserably, and the scattered tears disappeared in the darkness.
With a heavy sigh, everything settled.
"Do you want to live?" A cold and arrogant Loli voice suddenly sounded in this mental space.
Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
All he could see above his head was a girl wearing a tight black dress with flowing black hair, revealing her sharp fangs, looking at Luo Feng with a face full of teasing.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is you. Do you want to live?"
"I think."
"You are willing to pay any price, even if you have to risk your soul and this nice body, are you also willing?"
"Yes, I am willing to do anything. It doesn't matter whether you are a god or a ghost. Take me out of here. I still have many things to do."
"What do you most want to accomplish now?" The girl in black skirt sat curiously on Luo Feng's chest, and traced a circle on Luo Feng's empty heart with her slender index finger.
She had been observing Luo Feng for a long time, and there seemed to be something different about this human being.
A little sad?
Somewhat pitiful?
There are still people who want to help him.
"I want to... drink the pimple soup made by Master."
"Then go drink." The girl bent down and kissed Luo Feng's blade lips gently. A trace of bright blood slowly slipped into Luo Feng's body, and a brand new power began to surge through Luo Feng's body.
"Remember your promise, complete what you should complete, and you...are mine."
"Who are you and why are you helping me?"
The girl disappeared, and Luo Feng's voice asked excitedly in the dark space.
"Me?" the girl sarcastically said, "I am one of the witnesses of the era of destruction. As for why I saved you, it's because I happened to be nearby. I also need you, and you also need me, so now we have a parasitic relationship. .”
"If you want to call me what to call me, let me think about it. I was born even further than the ancient times. In the super ancient times, they seemed to call my name the Ragnarok, the Ragnarok, the angry king of one of the thrones of the Seven Deadly Sins."
canyon...
Thick, squirming, fresh, organ-like pieces of meat grew rapidly and filled the entire canyon abyss.
In the center of the dense spider web of organs, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and an unparalleled super-ancient power began to grow. .
